My Cheroot

Impeccably rolled at both ends.

Tall.

Smooth.

Deadly.

Slender.

In all her nicotine splender.

Kissable at one, incendiary at the other.

No filter.

Leaving a trail of ashes.

No ifs.

Just one butt.

Feeling good at the end of my hand.

Her smoke had long since become moot.

She was just my brand of...

... cheroot ...

Reviews

[Cortez]

I like the meter. Flows smoothly, almost in a hurry. Aloof, to the point if uncaring, about “cheroot” and it’s effects. Bravo!

[Pete]

thanks for the light cortez! ... :)

[Rhayne]

I know an old boss that would absolutely love this. Would probably frame it for his office. This is so wonderfully and cleverly written.

[Pete]

that boss must take smoke breaks. thank you rhayne. i appreciate you sharing your thoughts ... :)

[Rhayne]

Yes, he did, in the office. We were a Regional Office and our Corporate Office had a rule about smoking in the office. Bu my Boss didn't go by that rule and I didn't mind much because what he smoked smelled so good. Cigarettes I can't deal with. He would've love this poem.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm loving what you did here, Pete...big time! The photo, the delivery...and especially the end! I even learned a new word - how fantastic is that? This poem has class. Great piece, my patriot friend! ; )

[Pete]

imagine that - and they say that it's bad for you. thanks for taking a puff kelly - the smoking lamp is lit... :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Is it really sexy looking for a guy, seeing a woman smoke a cigar? A hell to the "yes" for me! ; )

[Pete]

that's two hell yeahs ... :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Lol, I knew it!!